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4.Christmas Hymn.

(I.)

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,

⁠Sing with joy and holy mirth;

Tell aloud the famous story

⁠Of his spotless virgin birth:

How he comes, an infant stranger,

⁠Here to dwell with us on earth.

Now the long-expected fulness

⁠Of the sacred time draws nigh;

Now for us the Word eternal

⁠Leaves his Father's throne on high;

From a virgin's womb appearing,

⁠Cloth'd in our mortality.

All within a lowly manger,

⁠Lo, a helpless Babe he lies;

See, his gentle virgin Mother

⁠Lull to sleep his infant cries,

While the limbs of God incarnate

⁠Round with swathing bands she ties.

Blessing, honour everlasting

⁠To th' immortal Deity;

To the Father, Son, and Spirit,

⁠Equal adoration be.

Prais'd be thou through earth and heaven,

⁠Sempiternal Unity.